Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
June Days,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.